Rambrat.... come here!

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[Rambrat]

I just figured out what that was...

 

[Guest]

 

[Rambrat]

hi-jacking...spanking I know...

if I disappear for a time, I'm not ignoring you... I have to go do something, but I'll be back

 

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[ksmybuttons]

You are avoiding a spanking?

Shame, shame.

 

[Black_Bird]

*Sigh* I know... The nerve of some people avoiding my spankings like it's a bad thing.

 

[Rambrat]

Yeap... there he goes... just a walkin' down the street singin' "do wa ditty,ditty dum ditty do".

snapping his fingers and shuffling his feet...

Lookout...someone's behind you and your bottom is going to be red...

Were you going to ask me something? I'll answer when I get back....

 

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[lilminx]

*Sigh* I know... The nerve of some people avoiding my spankings like it's a bad thing.

Well, if she doesn't want it, I'll take it!

 

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[Rambrat]

Hm..... did he mean he was going to read my bottom or make it red.... I'm wondering if he is on his way to Oklahoma?

Read...then make red...

You're from Oklahoma?

Nothing is wrong with my head...neither one....
Some people think I'm a tad touched because I say things they would like to and dare not. It's more due to the fact that sometimes my mouth gets the best of me. But that really depends on my mood...

Funny you have something for the rain. I wrote this corny prose for someone entitled raindrop...

raindrop

The steady drumming
lights softly against her view.
Fingers of moisture
mirrors her face.
The last teardrop roams
along its lost landscape
leaving a part of it’s existence.
Her finger traces
a tiny drop of rain
that has won the race
against her shed tear.
She wonders if
she could lose herself
in a single drop of rain
where a world seems
bright and clear
but nature calls for its consumption
to bring new life
Must she be consumed
envious, the raindrop
will live again someday.

 

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[Rambrat]

You wrote that poem!! Oh.. my! that is wonderful!

Yeah...
It was for someone would was feeling down because she did not like where her life had ended up. She talked about looking out at the rain and being lost.

I wrote a few pieces...she wrote about 20 about me...imagine that

 

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[Rambrat]

we kinda loved each other...but could never get together...
very complicated...a long story...

her poems were very flattering...comparing my existance in her soul to perfume that hangs on garment after it has touched someones skin...I thought, much better than mine...

Speaking your mind can get you into trouble sometimes...but then, so can NOT speaking your mind. You can't always say what you're thinking unless you are prepared for the ramifications.

At work...someone says something...and I feel that they are being rude...I make a comment...but it would be on the nature of... well, maybe on your planet they do things that way...but on earth...

 

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[Rambrat]

I need that kind of wit not only at work but at home!

Just can't come up with something?

Well...when I first started (where I'm presently working) I managed to piss off almost the entire group of artist that I worked with...mostly women... okay...all the women.

It was kind of funny when I look back...and most of their anger was due to their perception of me. I was the new kid on the block...more experienced...a seasoned designer. They thought that I was arrogant...thought that i thought that I was hot shit.

One of my first assignments was to do story boards for a commercial. I spent a good week drawing. They thought..huh..look at him...he doesn't have to do the mechanical work. Someone walked by and said..."Must be nice to sit around and just draw all day". I said..."yeah...if you could draw you could be doing this..." It made her angry...and I was just giving it back.

They would come into my area and ask me something and I wouldn't turn around...I'd keep working on my computer...I'd just say yeah, yeah...

The funny thing was, I was kidding with them...I had no idea that they saw me as someone above them (senior designer) and took everything I said from the standpoint that I thought that I was better. Me...I saw myself as equal.

They're used to me now...and most of them like me.

and I just talk too much don't I?